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The Rangers sat in the dark with the wind ruffling the surface of the lake and little wavelets breaking silver on the shore.
“They could be anywhere out there,” Parnell said. “The wilderness extends forever. Nobody has reached its limit; nobody knows where it ends.”
“It goes on to the end of the world,” MacRae said. “Forest and lakes until you reach the edge of nothing.”
MacKim pulled on his pipe, contemplating the vastness of this continent. “A man could lose himself out here, and nobody would find him. De Langdon and the renegade know what they’re doing.”
Kennedy nodded, staring into the fire. “You told me that de Langdon is a Meti, a half-Indian, who’ll want the company of his own kind. He won’t wander through the forest for long, not with the cold weather coming. As soon as he
